Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo

From his stand of stones and mortar he fell crashing through the quarter
Where once he stood so stiff and proud and rude
So let’s sing our celebration, it’s a service to the nation
So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo

Oh, fifty pounds of gelignite it sped him on his way
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
And the lad that laid the charge, we’re in debt to him today
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo

In Trafalgar Square it might be fair to leave old Nelson standing there
But no one tells the Irish what they’ll view
Now the Dublin Corporation can stop deliberation
For the boys of Ireland showed them what to do

For a hundred and fifty seven years it stood up there in state
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
To mark old Nelson’s victory o’er the French and Spanish fleet
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo

But one thirty in the morning without a bit of warning
Old Nelson took a powder and he blew
Now at last the Irish nation has Parnell in higher station
Than poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo

Oh the Russians and the Yanks, with lunar probes they play
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo
And I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway
Toora, loora, loora, loora, loo

But now the Irish join the race, we have an astronaut in space
Ireland, boys, is now a world power too
So let’s sing our celebration, it’s a service to the nation
So poor old Admiral Nelson, toora loo

Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog,
It’s all for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots, me noggin‘, noggin‘ boots,
They’re all gone for beer and tobacco.
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather.

Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog,
It’s all for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

Where is me shirt, me noggin‘, noggin‘ shirt,
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco,
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn,
And the tail is looking out for better weather.

Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog,
It’s all for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

I’m sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed,
Since first I came ashore from me slumber,
For I spent all me dough on the lassies don’t you know,
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog,
It’s all for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

It’s in the evening, after dark
The blackleg miner gangs ta wark
In his moleskin pants and dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner

He takes his pick and down he goes
To hew the coal that lies below
There’s not a woman in this town row
Would look at a blackleg miner

For Deleval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in a blackleg’s face
Around the pits they run a foot race
To catch the blackleg miner

And don’t go near the Seghill mine
Across the top they’ve stretched a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner

Well they take his pick and duds as well
And they hurl them down the pit of Hell
So off you go and fare thee well
You dirty blackleg miner

So join the union while you may
Don’t wait untill your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner

It’s in the evening, after dark
The blackleg miner gangs ta wark
In his moleskin pants and dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner

So join the union while you may
Don’t wait untill your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner

Billy Taylor was a sailor, he was courtin‘ a fair lady
Instead of Billy gettin‘ married, he was forced untae the sea
But his bride soon followed after under the name of Richard Carr
Snow-white fingers, long and slender, covered ower wi‘ pitch and tar

Chorus (after each verse):
Fal-da-ral-da-rum-dum-deddy
Fal-da-ral-de-rum-dum-day

She’s dressed herself in sailor’s clothing, oh but she was a bonnie young man
Away she sailed upon the ocean, all aboard the Mary Anne
A storm blew up upon the water, she bein‘ there amang the rest
The wind blew off her silver buttons and there appeared her snow-white breast

Fal-da-ral-da-rum-dum-deddy
Fal-da-ral-de-rum-dum-day

„Well, now,“ said the captain, „My dear lady, what misfortune brought you here?“
„I’m in search of my true lover whom you have pressed the other year“
„Well,“ said the captain, „My dear lady, tell to me the young man’s name“
„Some folk call him Billy Taylor, William Taylor is his name“

Fal-da-ral-da-rum-dum-deddy
Fal-da-ral-de-rum-dum-day

„Well, if Billy Taylor’s your dear lover, then he has proved to you untrue
He’s got married tae another and left you here alone to rue
Rise ye early in the mornin‘, early at the break of day
And there you’ll spy young Billy Taylor, walkin‘ oot wi‘ his lady gay“

Fal-da-ral-da-rum-dum-deddy
Fal-da-ral-de-rum-dum-day

She rose early up next mornin‘, early at the break of day
And there she spied young Billy Taylor walkin‘ oot wi‘ his lady gay
Gun and pistol she commanded, gun and pistol at her side
And there she shot young Billy Taylor walkin‘ oot wi‘ his new-made bride

Fal-da-ral-da-rum-dum-deddy
Fal-da-ral-de-rum-dum-day

Some say that kissing’s a sin
But tell me how can that be true
For kissing has been in this world
Since the very first day there was two

[Chorus:]
No if it wasn’t legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a KISS or two
And if they didn’t like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn’t plenty the poor folk would get none

Some say that gambling’s a sin
But I’ll bet you 15 to 1
That gambling has been in this world
Since horses and greyhounds could run

No if it wasn’t legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a BET or two
And if they didn’t like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn’t plenty the poor folk would get none

Some say that swearing’s a sin
But were is the man that can tell
For sw[Chorus]earing has been in this world
Since the devil was told ‚go to hell‘

No if it wasn’t legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a CURSE or two
And if they didn’t like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn’t plenty the poor folk would get none

And some say that smoking’s a sin
But a pipe now and then is enough
But smoking has been in this world
Since Adam taught Eve how to puff

No if it wasn’t legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a SMOK or two
And if they didn’t like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn’t plenty the poor folk would get none

Some say that drinking’s a sin
But a gargle is fine now and then
For drinking has been in this world
For ever and ever amen

No if it wasn’t legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a DRINK or two
And if they didn’t like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn’t plenty the poor folk would get none

What’s the news, what’s the news, O me bold Shelmalier
With your long barrel guns from the sea?
Say, what wind from the south brings a messenger here
With this hymn of the dawn for the free?
Goodly news, goodly news do I bring youth of Forth
Goodly news shall I hear Bargy man.
For the boys march at morn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly, the boy from Killane.

Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair
He who rides at the head of your band.
Seven feet is his height with some inches to spare
And he looks like a king in command.
O me boys that’s the pride of the bold Shelmalier
‚Mongst our greatest of heroes a man
Fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers
For John Kelly, the boy from Killane.

Enniscorthy is in flames and old Wexford is won
And tomorrow the barrow will cross
On the hill o’er the town we have planted a gun
That will batter the gateway to Ross.
All the Forth men and Bargy men will march o’er the heath
With brave Harvey to lead in the van
But the foremost of all in the grim gap of death
Will be Kelly, the boy from Killane.

But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross
And it set by the Slaney’s red wave…
And poor Wexford stripped naked hung high on a cross
With her heart pierced by traitors and knaves.
Glory-o, Glory-o to her brave men who died
For the cause of long down-trodden man.
Glory-o to Mount-Leinster’s own darling and pride
Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killane.

Oh Danny boy the pipes the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone and all the flowers dying
‚Tis you ‚tis you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‚Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you so

But come ye back and all the roses falling
And I am dead as dead I well may be
Go out and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an ave there for me

And I will hear tho‘ soft you tread above me
And then my grave will warm and sweeter be
For you shall bend and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me

And I will hear tho‘ soft you tread above me
And then my grave will warm and sweeter be
For you shall bend and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me

My father was a miner, and his father was before him,
And they always had been proud to work below.
Since they fell ’neath Roben’s axe,
All the lads have had the sack
So away to work in England we must go!

Farewell the colliery workers, the muffler and the cap
Farewell the Rhondda valley girls, we never will come back
The mines they are a-closin‘, the valleys they’re all doomed
There’s no work in the Rhonda boys, we’ll be in London soon

No more the chapel singin‘, for that long ago has left us
In the public house no more the miner’s songs
Oh, the population’s droppin‘
For the pit wheels they are stoppin‘,
And I can’t afford to stay here very long

Farewell the colliery workers, the muffler and the cap
Farewell the Rhondda valley girls, we never will come back
The mines they are a-closin‘, the valleys they’re all doomed
There’s no work in the Rhondda boys, we’ll be in London soon.

Treherbert and Treorchy, Tonypandy and Tynewydd
Ystradrhondda and Tonpentre, all adeiu
For I can no longer wait
While Parliament debates
So a fond farewell I bid to all of you!

2 x Refrain

I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year
And I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer
But now I’m returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it’s no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more

I went into an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
Such „a custom as yours I can have any day“

And it’s no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight
She said I’d have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that you told me were only in jest

And it’s no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done
And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And when they’ve caressed me as oft‘ times before
I never will play the wild rover no more

And it’s no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more

Many young man of twenty said goodbye
All that long day
From break of dawn until the sun was high
Many young man of twenty said goodbye

My boy Jimmy went that day
On the big ship sailed away
Sailed away and left me here to die
Many young man of twenty said goodbye

I met my love upon the mountain Rim
The day he left
I new I bore a living child of him
I new I bore a living child of him

And the child was born to me
Jimmy’s gone across the sea
Jimmy’s gone and here alone am I
Many young man of twenty said goodbye

My Jimmy said he’d sailed across the sea
He swore his oaths
He’d sail back home one day and marry me
He’d sail back home one day and marry me

But my Jimmy let me down
Now they mock me in the town
Oh my Jimmy please come back to me
Oh my Jimmy please come back to me

Many young man of twenty said goodbye
All that long day
From break of dawn until the sun was high
Many young man of twenty said goodbye

They left the mountains and the glens
The lasses and the fine young men
I saw the tears of every girl and boy
Many young man of twenty said goodbye

When you’re out walking and there’s no one near you
But a voice keeps calling and you hear your name
It’s not the leaves or the whispering breezes
It’s me that’s calling you back again

Oh, can you hear me? Oh, can you hear me?
As you roam through lonely London town
When evening’s falling, you’ll hear me calling
Come on home now to the County Down

Do you remember the fiddlers playing,
The songs and stories the whole night long
It’s little then that you thought of leaving
It seems so strange now that you are gone

Oh, can you hear me? Oh, can you hear me?
As you roam through lonely London town
When evening’s falling, you’ll hear me calling
Come on home now to the County Down

I’m always dreaming that things are changing
And that they’re building a factory tall
And young ones needed again in Newry
But I still need you the most of all

Oh, can you hear me? Oh, can you hear me?
As you roam through lonely London town
When evening’s falling, you’ll hear me calling
Come on home now to the County Down
Come on home now to the County Down

In Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet fronn her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.

[Chorus:]
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin‘ rare,
And I say’s, say’s I, to a passer-by,
„Whose the maid with the nut brown hair“?
He smiled at me and he says’s, say’s he,
„That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
It’s Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She’s the star of the County Down“.

[Chorus]
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

At the Harvest Fair she’ll be surely there
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

[Chorus]
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

Oh won’t you stay
Stay a while with your own ones
Don’t ever stray
Stray so far from your own ones
‚Cause the world is so cold
Dont care nothing for your soul
That you share with your own ones

Don’t rush away
Rush away from your own ones
Just one more day
One more day with your own ones
‚Cause the world is so cold
Don’t care nothing ‚bout your soul
That you share with your own ones

There’s a stranger
And he’s standing at your door
Might be your best friend, might be your brother
You may never know

I’m going back
Going back to my own ones
Come back to talk
Talk a while with my own ones
‚Cause the world is so cold
Don’t care nothing ‚bout your soul
You share with your own ones

Oh won’t you stay
One more day with your own ones
Don’t rush away
Rush away from your own ones
This old world is so cold,
Don’t care nothing for your soul
You share with your own ones

Of all the money that e’er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I’ve ever done,
alas it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of wit
to mem’ry now I can’t recall;
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be to you all.

Chorus
Fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

Of all the comrades that e’er I had,
They’re sorry for my going away.
And all my sweethearts that e’er I had,
They’d wish me one more day to stay.

But since it fell unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be to you all.

But since it fell unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be to you all.

So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

Oh let grasses grow, and the waters flow  Gitarre/Geige langsam
in a free and easy way!
but give me enough of the fine old stuff
that’s made near Galloway bay

Come peelers all, from Donnegal,
Sligo and Etrim too,
and we’ll give them the slip, and we’ll take a sip  fett=alle+schnell
of the rare old mountain dew.

Hei di diddly eidel dum, diddly doodle eidel dum
diddly dum dei diddle ei jay!
Hei di diddly eidel dum, diddly doodle eidel dum
diddly dum dei diddle ei jay!

At the foot of the hill, there’s a neat little still
where the smoke curls up to the sky.
By the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell
there’s whisky brewing nearby.

For it fills the air, with odor rare,
and betwixt both me and you
When home we roll, we’ll drink a bowl,
or a bucket full of mountain dew

Hei di diddly eidel dum, diddly doodle eidel dum
diddly dum dei diddle ei jay!
Hei di diddly eidel dum, diddly doodle eidel dum
diddly dum dei diddle ei jay!

Now learned men, who used the pen,
that wrote your praises high,
this sweet “pocheen”, from Irelands green,
distilled from wheat and rye.

Away with your pills, it’ll cure all ills
of pagan, christian or Jew,
Take off your coat, and grease your throat
with a bucket full of mountain dew.

Hei di diddly eidel dum, diddly doodle eidel dum
diddly dum dei diddle ei jay!
Hei di diddly eidel dum, diddly doodle eidel dum
diddly dum dei diddle ei jay!

Oh let grasses grow, and the waters flow
in a free and easy way!
but give me enough of the fine old stuff
that’s made near Galloway bay

Come peelers all, from Donnegal,
Sligo and Etrim too,
we’ll give them the slip, and we’ll take a sip
of the rare old mountain dew.

Hei di diddly eidel dum, diddly doodle eidel dum
diddly dum dei diddle ei jay!
Hei di diddly eidel dum, diddly doodle eidel dum
diddly dum dei diddle ei jay!

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day -I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
‚Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I’d be takin‘ a whirl
‚Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl

We were halfway there when the rain came down
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day -I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
‚Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl

When I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
I’ve traveled around I’ve been all over this world
Boys, I ain’t never seen nothin‘ like a Galway gir

Down at the Olde Mill Inn
We’ll laugh and dance and sing
We’ll drink all day and Bill will pay
Down at the Olde Mill Inn

Down at the Olde Mill Inn
The ships are sailing in,
We’ll drink a toast with Judy our host
Down at the Olde Mill Inn

The moon is full, the bar is too, when we come to town
We’ll have a beer, cause Jerry’s here, so spread the cheer around….

Down at the Olde Mill Inn
The bartenders name is Kim
And with a smile she’ll serve in style
Down at the Olde Mill Inn…

Down at the Olde Mill Inn
We’ll laugh and dance and sing
We’ll drink all day and Bill will pay
Down at the Olde Mill Inn

Down at the Olde Mill Inn
We’ll laugh and dance and sing
We’ll drink and play the hours away…
Down at the Olde Mill Inn..

I’ll tell my ma when I get home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and stole my comb
But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courtin‘ one, two, three,
Please won’t you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fightin‘ for her
Knock at the door and ring at the bell,
Saying oh my true love, are you well

Out she comes as white as snow,
Rrings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ould Johnny Morrissey says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fella with the roving eye

I’ll tell my ma when I get home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and stole my comb
But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courtin‘ one, two, three,
Please won’t you tell me who is she

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travellin‘ through the sky
She’s as sweet as apple pie,
She’ll get her own lad by and by

When she gets a lad of her own
She won’t tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

I’ll tell my ma when I get home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull my hair and stole my comb
But that’s all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is a courtin‘ one, two, three,
Please won’t you tell me who is she

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks
and to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
is lying at the Quay
To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back
to the shores of Botany Bay

I´m on my way down to the quay
where the ship at anchor lays
to command a gang of navvies
they told me to engage
I though I´d drop in for a drink
before I sail away
for to take a trip on an emigrant ship
to the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangers and your gangplanks
and to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
is lying at the Quay
To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back
to the shores of Botany Bay

The boss came up this morning
he says „Well Pat, hello
If you don´t get your navvies out
I´m afraid you´ll have to go“
So I asked him for me vages
and I demanded all me pay
For I told him straight I´m going to emigrate
to the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangers and your gangplanks
and to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
is lying at the Quay
To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back
to the shores of Botany Bay

When I reach Australia
I’ll go and search for gold
There’s plenty there for digging up
Or so I have been told
Or maybe I’ll go back to me trade
Eight hundred bricks I’ll lay
For an eight hour shift and an eight bob pay
On the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangers and your gangplanks
and to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
is lying at the Quay
To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back
to the shores of Botany Bay

n Dublin’s fair city
where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, „Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh“

„Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh“
Crying „Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh“

She was a fishmonger
And sure ‚twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, „Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh“

„Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh“
Crying „Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh“

She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, „Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh“

„Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh“
Crying „Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh“

„Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh“
Crying „Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh“

As I was goin‘ over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin‘
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she’d love me, no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman yeah for you know she tricked me easy

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Takin‘ my money with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like the fishin‘ and some men like the fowlin‘
And some men like ta hear, ta hear the cannon ball a roarin‘
Me I like sleepin‘, specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Hey, musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

Well, who wouldn’t be a sailor lad a ‚Sailin‘ on the main
To gain the goodwill of his captain’s good name
He came ashore one evening for to be
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

Well I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do
So then I says to her: ‚Now won’t you leap in with me too?‘

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

Well she jumped into bed, making no alarm
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm
Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole nightlong
Till she wished the short night had been seven years long

And its home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

Well early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary’s apron threw a handful of gold
Saying, ‚Take this me dear for the mischief that I’ve done
For tonight I fear I’ve left you with a daughter or a son‘

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

‚Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse
And if it be a boy child he’ll wear the jacket blue
And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do‘

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

Oh come all of you fair maidens a warning take by me
Never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee
For I trusted one – and he beguiled me
He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee.

And it’s home, boys home
Home I’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

I thought I heard the Captain say
Pay me my money down
Tomorrow is our sailing day
Pay me my money down

Oh, pay me, oh, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

As soon as the boat was clear of the bar
Pay me my money down
The captain knocked me down with a spar
Pay me my money down

Oh, pay me, oh, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

If I’d been a rich man’s son
Pay me my money down
I’d sit on the river and watch it run
Pay me my money down

Oh, pay me, oh, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

I wish I was Mr Gates
Pay me my money down
They’d haul my money in in crates
Pay me my money down

Oh, pay me, oh, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Well 40 nights, nights at sea
Pay me my money down
Captain worked every last dollar out of me
Pay me my money down

Oh, pay me, oh, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Oh, pay me, oh, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Oh it’s lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there’s nothin‘ so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican’s anxious for the quota to come
There’s a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid’s gone all cranky and the cook’s acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer

The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says sadly: „The pub’s got no beer!“

Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, „What’s this I hear?
I’ve trudged fifty flamin‘ miles to a pub with no beer!“

There’s a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It’s no place for a dog round a pub with no beer

Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: „You’re early, Bill dear“
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub’s got no beer

So it’s lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there’s nothin‘ so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of the ship was the Billy o‘ Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, me bully boys, blow (huh!)

Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin’ is done,
We’ll take our leave and go

She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He’d take that whale in tow (huh!)

Soon may the Wellerman come
…

Before the boat had hit the water
The whale’s tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down below (huh!)

Soon may the Wellerman come
…

No line was cut, no whale was freed;
The Captain’s mind was not of greed
But he belonged to the whaleman’s creed;
She took the ship in tow (huh!)

Soon may the Wellerman come
…

For forty days, or even more
The line went slack, then tight once more
All boats were lost (there were only four)
But still that whale did go

Soon may the Wellerman come
…

As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still on;
The line’s not cut and the whale’s not gone
The Wellerman makes his regular call
To encourage the Captain, crew, and all

Soon may the Wellerman come
…

Soon may the Wellerman come
…

Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day.
As the streets are paved with gold sure, everyone was gay,
Singing songs of Piccadilly Strand and Leicester Square
Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:

It’s a long way to Tipperary, it’s a long way to go.
It’s a long way to Tipperary to the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square!
It’s a long long way to Tipperary, but my heart’s right there.

Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly-O,
Saying, „Should you not receive it, Write and let me know!“
„If I make mistakes in spelling, Molly, dear,“ said he,
„Remember, it’s the pen that’s bad, don’t lay the blame on me!

It’s a long way to Tipperary, it’s a long way to go.
It’s a long way to Tipperary to the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square!
It’s a long long way to Tipperary, but my heart’s right there.

Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy-O,
Saying Mike Maloney wants to marry me, and so
leave the Strand and Piccadilly or you’ll be to blame,
for love has fairly drove me silly: Hoping you’re the same!

It’s a long way to Tipperary, it’s a long way to go.
It’s a long way to Tipperary to the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square!
It’s a long long way to Tipperary, but my heart’s right there.